As A Horse With No Name was trotted out over the PA, the leather-sandaled models kicked up bright clouds of powder dye as they strode through the garage around the corner from Etro’s headquarters. Their attire was a traveling man (and woman, wearing men’s looks) mix of cross-cultural garments and decoration. Ponchos played against suiting, bombers against kaftan hoodies, and trench coats above keffiyehs. There were richly detailed oasis jacquards on jackets and grip bags, and plenty of rough, textured striping.